Beautifully written poem, and I mean it - I studied literature including poetry galore in the old days - I can tell good poetry from bad and this is GOOD poetry! Congratulations on your talent Heidi!!
One of these days I'll translate a poem for you. It's a "poem to Mother" by a great great Portuguese poet, my 2nd fave and it has a special meaning for me (my DS offered it to me illustrated with pics of him, some years ago).An ebb and flow of space does not separate
mother from daughter
mountain from valley
beach from shore.
This is remarkable, congrats, feel free to share more
P.S. Oh good, I found the poem already translated to English on the net!! Here goes:
Poem to Mother
In the deepest of you,
I know I have betrayed, mother!
All because I no longer am
The sleeping portrait
In the depth of your eyes!
All because you ignore
That there are beds where coldness doesn’t linger
And rustling nights of morning waters!
For that, sometimes, the words I tell you
Are hard, mother,
And our love is unhappy.
All because I’ve lost the white roses
You clenched to your heart
In the portrait with the frame!
If you knew how I still love the roses,
Maybe you wouldn’t fill your hours with nightmares...
But you have forgotten many things!
You have forgotten that my legs grew,
And that all of my body has grown,
And even my heart
Is now huge, mother!
Look - do you want to listen? -,
Sometimes I am still the little boy
That fell asleep in your eyes;
I still clench against my heart
Roses so white
As the ones you have in the frame;
I still hear your voice:
Once upon a time there was a princess
amidst the orange trees...
But - you know! - the night is enormous
And all my body has grown...
I left the frame,
I gave my eyes as water to the birds,
I shan’t forget, mother.
I keep your voice inside me.
And I leave you the roses...
Goodnight. I go with the birds!
(Eugénio de Andrade)